I stopped in Pine Top Arizona for breakfast yesterday. There's a little coffee shop there I like. I was sitting at the counter when an older gal sat down two seats over. We struck up a conversation.

She was from the north east and had moved with her husband to Scottsdale. North eastern liberals are common there, apparently.

Anyhow, she asked me if I was visiting the area. I said, "No Ma'am. We have a small ranch in the neighboring county." She screwed up her face and asked me if we had cows. I said, "No Ma'am. I was raised around farms and ranches. In my experience, cows are a big bunch of trouble wrapped up in a leather bag and I'm getting too old to put up with them." I said, "But my neighbor is a castle rancher. He's got thousands of 'em. His cows graze on our land all the time."

It was at that point that she leaned over with a concerned look on her face and whispered, "They pass a lot of gas." I replied, "That's no problem, Ma'am. I pass a lot of gas too." And thus, the conversation ended.